How are you like you? You have nothing to do all day long, so you wander around and still feel justified."
He looked towards the long table on the other side, where there were rows of pill bottles, all of which were pills that An Jiuyue had recently refined.
"What kind of elixir? Your mother has just started refining elixirs. What can she make... ugh!"
Gong Cheng followed the little guy's gaze towards the long table and muttered, not believing that An Jiuyue could refine anything.
But when he saw so many bottles of elixirs on the long table, he almost choked on his food.
"Second sister-in-law, you have just started refining medicine. Can you make so many elixirs? What quality are they? You can't put one elixir in a porcelain bottle, right?"
Ordinary alchemists would put a furnace of elixirs in a porcelain bottle, but here, he wondered if An Jiuyue was just putting one elixir in a bottle in order to show that he had refined a lot of elixirs?
Of course, it's not impossible to do this. She can use the elixir she refined herself as she likes.
But the next moment, he thought of a question.
"That's not right. You have just started refining medicine and elixirs, and you can produce elixirs now? It's impossible, right?"
Alchemist is a difficult profession. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is made from medicinal materials. Most people want to become an alchemist. How can they refine it without first throwing tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of original soul stones into it?
How about the elixir?
But An Jiuyue was able to refine the elixir after just a few days of refining.
To put it bluntly, even if each of the porcelain vases on the long table contained a pill, it would still be very powerful.
Ye Chenglin, who always boasted that her medicine refining skills were better than anyone else's, when she first started refining medicine and elixirs, it took more than a month to refine each pot.
Here comes the elixir.
"Isn't it possible that second brother and second sister-in-law are also geniuses?"
His eyes moved from An Jiuyue to Qian Jiyun, looking at him and asking blankly.
Qian Jiyun didn't say anything, but her cold eyes swept over his body gently, and then continued to hold his chopsticks and put a lot of her favorite dishes on the plate in front of Jiuyue.
After pinching a lot more from the two little guys, I stopped.
After the last few experiences, he already knew that this guy had gained experience in coming here to eat, and almost half of the food had to go into his stomach.
Gong Cheng looked at his actions: "..."
Why not just eat a few of their dishes, but as for him, it felt like he hadn't eaten in years.
"Second brother, you're almost done, almost done. You've picked up all the food. What else can I eat? Stop, stop, stop, stop. Don't take off your chopsticks."
As he said this, he quickly picked up the chopsticks and rushed towards the plate. What kind of pills and medicines are there now? He quickly grabbed the vegetables to eat.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that it was a pity not to be a cook because of An Jiuyue's craftsmanship. These dishes were different from those made by others, and they were particularly delicious.
Perhaps, it may be because of the lack of food and clothing at the top of Hua Yan.
That's what he thought.
"Sure enough, there is still too little food in Hua Yan Jue. Such a simple meal can be so delicious." He sighed.
"Gong Cheng!"
Qian Jiyun put down the chopsticks in her hands and glanced at Gong Cheng coldly.